Gwen's Den

Tuesday, March 20, 2007



A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target.
She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.

Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in "Mom let's run through the rain," she said.

"What?" Mom asked. "Lets run through the rain!" She repeated. "No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain," "We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. "No, we won't, Mom.

That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm. This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.

Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles.

They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.

But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.


Saturday, March 17, 2007


"Hi Everybody"

Just popped in to wish all my blogger friends


And introduce you all to my 1st G/granddaughter


Who arrived to join our family on this day 2 years ago.

And below as she is today.


Love Nan & Pop. xoxoxo Hugs Galore.

Friday, March 09, 2007


The lineage is finally revealed.Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says,
"You don't know Jack Schitt."Now you can intellectually handle the situation.

Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O.Schitt. Awe Schitt,the fertilizer magnate, married
O.Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt Inc. They had one son Jack.

In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt, and the deeply religious couple produced 6 children:
Holie Schitt,Fulla Schitt,Giva Schitt,Bull Schitt,and the twins: Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt.

Against her parent's objections,Deap Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school drop out.
However, after being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.

Noe Schitt later remarried Ted Sherlock,and because her kids were living with them,
she wanted to keep her previous name.

She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock,Meanwhile,Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt,
and they produced a son of nervous disposition, Chicken Schitt.

Two other of the 6 children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout
childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony.

The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt -Happens wedding.
The Schitt Happens children were Dawg, Byrd and Hoarse.

BullSchitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world.He recently returned from Italy
with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.

So now when someone says,"You don't know Jack Schitt,"you can correct them.
Family History Recorded By Crock O.Schitt.